My world on your shoulders,
I lay there forever,
Little whispers of your heart,
linger in my mind..
I lay there forever,
Are you my world I was looking for..??
Are you everything I was hoping for?

Why women love men..!! ( Something men need to know and its time we appriciate them)

We love men because they can never fake orgasms, even if they wanted to.

Because they write poems, songs, and books in our honor.

Because they never understand us, but they never give up.

Because they can see beauty in women when women have long ceased to see any beauty in themselves.

Because they come from little boys.

Because they can churn out long, intricate, Machiavellian, or incredibly complex mathematics and physics equations, but they can be comparably clueless when it comes to women.

Because they are incredible lovers and never rest until we’re happy.

Because they elevate sports to religion.

Because they’re never afraid of the dark.

Because they don’t care how they look or if they age.

Because they persevere in making and repairing things beyond their abilities, with the naïve self-assurance of the teenage boy who knew everything.

Because they never wear or dream of wearing high heels.

Because they’re always ready for sex.

Because they’re like pomegranates: lots of inedible parts, but the juicy seeds are incredibly tasty and succulent and usually exceed your expectations.

Because they’re afraid to go bald.

Because you always know what they think and they always mean what they say.

Because they love machines, tools, and implements with the same ferocity women love jewelry. Because they go to great lengths to hide, unsuccessfully, that they are frail and human.

Because they either speak too much or not at all to that end.

Because they always finish the food on their plat.

Because they are brave in front of insects and mice.

Because a well-spoken four-year old girl can reduce them to silence, and a beautiful 25-year old can reduce them to slobbering idiots.

Because they want to be either omnivorous or ascetic, warriors or lovers, artists or generals, but nothing in-between.

Because for them there’s no such thing as too much adrenaline.

Because when all is said and done, they can’t live without us, no matter how hard they try.

Because they’re truly as simple as they claim to be.

Because they love extremes and when they go to extremes, we’re there to catch them.

Because they are tender they when they cry, and how seldom they do it.

Because what they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.

Because they make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.

Because they really love their moms, and they remind us of our dads.

Because they never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.

Because they don’t lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.

Because they have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes and connect with our heart, even when we don’t want them to.

Because when we say “I love you” they ask for an explanation.



Source : Will not not reveal.! :)

You mean a lot to me...

In reply to Near YET Far .

Hey guys,

I know am not known here anymore... I am not anyone's favorite here either. I am someone who lost the way to The Writers Lounge, but has been brought back here by the post (linked above) by one of my bestie.

Well, to begin with... you all need to hear this that the grasshopper cannot always be 'adorable' and the penguin cannot always be 'annoying'... rather its about the 'pretty and absolutely adorable' penguin and 'irritating and annoying' grasshopper. No, you're wrong... how can you think that? You mean we are talking about an actual grasshopper and an actual penguin? Phew...! I call him 'grasshopper' and he calls me 'penguin'... :)

Yes, its been an year... may be more than that (see, i don't even remember) that has passed since then. But, it was the best of times. It witnessed a plethora of emotions then...the emotions that are just not there today. I was crazy back then? Or, have I stopped 'feeling' those emotions that then meant the world to me? Sigh! I do not have an answer.

It was always those little things that gave us the happiness. It was all about... my held being held by him suddenly when no one was seeing, about all the attention being given to me even when so many friends were there with us, it was about those cute sudden winks when 'everyone around us did see', it was about pretending that we hate each other when the world knew we didn't; it was about Mocha stories that some people from Writers Lounge longed for, was about standing together unmindful of being drenched in rain. My Chennai visits were shorter then, we waited and longed to meet. Today, I am here for two months and I just met you once. It is not that you're not missed, you know it.

Times are changing... though I don't want it to. This time when I met him, it wasn't the same. He was lost in his own world. I tried asking why, no answer. I looked at him, when all our friends were busy talking...and he, to my surprise, wasn't looking at me this time. He was busy with everyone else, or probably himself. Though we were sitting across the table, we knew we were miles apart. We said goodbyes with a hug, a cold one. I don't know what is wrong... I don't know what is this called... moving on, or a silent acceptance. What I feel for you, I keep it to myself... I find my smiles in those memories of the times we spent.

I am still that crazy penguin... making weird noises while eating that yummy chocolate fantasies at CCD, pulling your nose at times and trying to make a squint while you're deeply engrossed in my eyes. Chennai is boring without all this grassy, trust me. Are the cupids really hiding? Or are they busy with some other grassy and penguin in this city? Show me some love cupids. 

Love,

The Girl of the story

Near YET far

A Penguin-Grassy post

I dunno why am writing this.Today...after being absent for so long, and most probably will be absent from tomorrow again. But then again, the 'now' belongs to me. Most of you probably do not remember us. Us means, the adorable 'Grasshopper' and the annoying 'Penguin'. No matter, this is Grassy's rant tonight.

June 2009. A year has passed since then. For me and her, it feels we have lived a lifetime. Together and Separated. By choice and destiny. Penguin is in Chennai tonight. She has been here for the last two months. And i have met her...once! Yes, once! Six months ago, it was for the same girl i waited for. Her trips to Chennai were short then and we made sure we met almost every other day. Nothing else mattered but being near her....watching her smile, being drowned in her eyes. 

Mocha and Cafe Coffee Day became our home. With a flicker of her eyes, a thousand nerves in my brain twitched and a dozen emotions raged. The walks in the rain, the secretly staring at each other. We always did say we were the bestest of friends, but we both knew something wonderful lurked inside. Something that just needed to be ignited, just needed a spark. Madness right? yeah, we were mad. At each other, for each other. 

A year down the line and the towering waves of feelings have calmed down quietly....slowly... The pings became less, the sms's infrequent, the talks nearly non-existent. In short, we moved on. What we had was wonderful. So wonderful, that the absence of it leaves a gaping whole in life now. What we feel for each other now, we keep it to ourselves. But she will always be my Penguin, my weakness, my strength.

One thing i know she is still her silly self...we just have to find the spark, the spark that lit Chennai City ablaze a year ago...I smile at myself knowing she is here....in this city. The weather has been romantic this last week and its muddling my thoughts....but she is here...nearby....

Its not closure yet. Not yet.

Ssssshhhh....the cupids are hiding..

Love you loads, 

the dude of the story

(click on the Penguin-grassy link at the top to understand the story if you are confused)

The one that could have been 1

All this while we were together, it felt like I have known you forever. Every expression of your face, every little spark in your eye and every body movement of yours seemed so familiar and predictable. The smile you put on your face when you used to see me after a long time, the smile you’d have when I was passing by closely and you blocked my way and teased me, the smile you would give when you screw up your exam and the smile when your mom would be on the phone with you. It was all within the realm of my familiarity. I felt safe and secure then.
Yet, when I see you now, everything about you is just not the same. The smile that I see now, when you see me after a long time is mixed with some unwillingness and perhaps, disappointment. The smile you have when I pass by closely now seems to smirk and ask me, “How are you ever going to move on from me?”. Now, it is everything but what I had known about you for the longest time. This scares me because it is hard for me to understand how quickly we are estranged to such familiarity. I am scared of the unknown and the unfamiliar.
I walk past you not because I don’t like to stand and stare at you or hug you or smell you or feel your hair or ask you how your day was, but because It might feel like it’s not you . I never call you and just wait for your call not because I don’t like to hear your voice or you are boring, but because I don’t want to look desperate attempting to interrogate the familiarity out of you, reminding you of the old times, which I am sure I would try. I don’t wanna be back with you ever again not because I don’t miss you or I like being alone but becauseI am not even sure if I wanna get back to the unfamiliar you. I don’t say I love you to you because it hurts me to see how strange you seem even after I say I love you to you.

The Things You'll Never Find Out

He's the second person in this whole wide world to ever tell me he loves me.

The Things You'll Never Find Out

1. I gave you quite a lot of nicknames. Though I don't even know your full name.
2. I'm scared of your fb display picture. You have really cold, hard eyes. I wish you'll smile more, you look much nicer with a smile.
3. I hate it when people ask if we're siblings or cousins, they say we're so close. I tell them we're friends, but I know it's a lie. You're more than just a friend.
4. When you don't come online, I get moody. When you come online, I stare at the 'Hi' I typed and never had enough courage to press Enter. And then I get moody.
5. I'm seriously afraid I'll become one of those people in your life that you'll eventually forget. I don't want to be just another familiar name. I want to be special, to you.
6. I think I still spend way to much time trying to figure out what went wrong between us. I can't get you out of my head.
7. I want another conversation with you. I want us to be back on talking terms, at least.
8. I don't want to think of why you sign out immediately each time I sent you something, so I stopped sending you anything. It's not because I don't care anymore.
9. I wonder if you hate me. And then I wonder if I can hate you if you do.
10. I miss you. A lot.
11. I think, maybe, I actually love you. Gosh, and I don't really know why.

Also posted on http://thewarrantycard.blogspot.com

Imma Be the Future.

I want to fly

I want to touch the skies

I want to steal the stars away from you

I want to be the light in the darkness

I want to be the crazy flower in the jungle of wild trees

I want to be the love of your life.

No, I don't want all that.

All I want is to be the future.

To make a change.

To make a difference.

To make the world a better place.

Love

Sonshu :)

[This thing was so randummmbb, but yeah I felt like posting it here so I went on and did. Yaay, its been long! I feel nice posting here again =) ] 

Struggle

A writer's block

weave scattered thoughts into words

Evergreen struggle

For Haiku Heights

You're a Friend

I want you to know this. And I want you to know it well.

I'm here.
I know I probably can't do much to help sometimes, but I'm here.
If you need somebody, just ask.

Nothing to be scared of, okay?
No need to hold everything in, no need to pretend to be strong.
We're just humans anyways.
It's okay to want to break down.

'Cause I'm here.
And if you let me, I'll hold your hand.

Who cares if you're a guy?
You're a friend. :)

Also posted on http://thewarrantycard.blogspot.com

Pain - Migraine

And again, migraine strikes,
inflicting agony with metal spikes.
Medicines don't work,
cigarettes but irk.
Wounded I am more with every thought,
what should I do, smoke pot?

Soliloquies: Soliloquies: voices..........

Soliloquies: Soliloquies: voices..........: "Soliloquies: voices..........:
'rain is the voice of sky
waves the voice of sea
grass the voice of soil
flowers are the voice of tree...
smell is the voice of flower"
tears are the voice of soul
and smile the voice of your love

Bad things that can happen to you..!

You sneeze more than 3 times in a row.
You figure out that you have more hair on your butt than on your head
You put on your pants and realize they are too tight in the thighs.
You are slightly annoyed but have no idea why.
You realize that knuckles look very odd.
You flip the channels one to many times and have to go back
Being really thirsty and taking a big gulp of your Sprite only to discover that the syrup is out and you have a big nasty cup of carbonated water
Drop your books in the hall
You experience DejaVu
You sneeze while having food in your mouth
the soap breaks
Someone e-mails you a chain-letter
You get caught picking your nose.
One nipple gets hard and pokes you shirt all day but the other one stays normal
You pet the nice doggy, then smell your hand.
Waking up on Valentines Day to the sound of sex through the walls, and you're all alone.
You get the Macarena song stuck in your head
A bird craps on you
You forget to put on a bra & go to work
Some random person squeezes your arse lovingly in a crowd.
Your alarm clock doesn't go off.
You wake up 5 minutes before your alarm clock goes off
The alarm clock did go off
You fail to silence a fart in public.
You lose only one contact lens and didn't bring glasses
You burn your dinner
You realize your fly is open, in public, two hours after going to the bathroom
Your backpack makes the back of your dress ride up exposing your ass
You have to walk in to a REALLY stinky bathroom to wash your hands only to leave and find a long queue outside who are now convinced that you made the stink.
Stuck in a boring conversation
You get someone elses laundry mixed up with your own - its their underwear - and there are skid marks.
A bird poops on your windshield

What thoughts bring -

Tyrannous kings.

Feckless things.
Trembling strings.
Broken wings.
Nightingale sings.
Abandoned rings.
Music clings. 

Independence

Our spirits soaring,
Our voices roaring.
In unison, we prepare;
National anthem, we flare.
Yes, we are independent.


With poverty, corruption;
Through strikes, disruption.
We make our country glow,
In dirty shades of yellow.
No doubt, we are independent.


Drowning in debts of billions,
And breeding at the same in millions.
Catastrophes we cannot deal,
But four brave lions adorn our seal.
Bravely yes, we are independent.


In fake optimisim we bask,
Adjusted realism is our mask.
Why don't we hoist ourselves up?
Like the flag, that flutters-
With the world, let's catch up.
Let's be independent.

p.s. - I wrote this for my brother's school assignment. :P

Aslo, posted on my blog. :)

Just a thought

You took everything with you when you left my world. Even the rain stopped before I could really cry.

Replica

2nd of July

The following was written about my ex, whose birthday is two days before Independence Day.  We had been broken up for a while but i forgot to take her Birthday off my phone calendar.  This is about saying happy birthday to someone you lost.

You had different laughs of different births

and destinies truly singing.

I set out to define each one.

Memorized, I made a mapping.

Of past and possible sources.

Predicted where each would come from next.

All your laughings; gentle markings

of my enamored purposed jests.

You had ways to say “no” that were of

the same yet different languages.

Dialects; from these homonyms

you chose with wit so swiftly.

Passioned boldly; briefly word

seizing motion, meaninged clearly.

How you turned down my proposings:

the teasing “no!” I miss most dearly.

And your chin when rising subtle

as you shyly, coyly, smiled,

seemed to reach for rounding cheektops,

lashes bowing for you closed-eyed.

And your frowning moaning whining,

sighing “Aww…” and pleading “Baby…”.

fake complaining; love concealing;

seeking more affection—maybe…

If you’re wondering my motive

for this list of praise deliberate,

though the you I praise have gone,

from me, I must with pain still celebrate.

I’ll imagine the fluffy candleholder,

icing-ed colors and tiny fires.

And pretend you present for one sing-along,

one prayer for your desires.

In the selfish silence, I’ll hijack a candle.

Memory fishing—woeful wishing.

With a deep wounded sigh, I’ll beg of the smoke

to gift back who I’ve been missing.

For if all my wishes were made into horses,

I’d brand them all with your name.

And every one of my crowded stables

from each other would look the same.

But the meaning of the phrase I used:

satiric self-serving simile.

It’s neither generous nor realistic,

though there they may be no meaning, actually.

So I’ll go back to the motive,

the reason for my listing.

To celebrate and praise you,

offer you my strongest wishing.

Six months of Independence

yet still two days till.

I wish you a life bright and lovely as fireworks.

And all your desires fulfilled.

Happy Birthday

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If UDAAN was made by Karan Johar.

If Udaan was made by Karan Johar :

#1 The name wouldnt have been 'Udaan' for starters..maybe something starting with K.
How about k-UDAA-daN? Because thats where your movies belong..! BURN..!!!

#2 And Ronit Roy wouldnt have been living in some tinpot house in Jamshedpur..It would have been London or Miami..
And that tinpot Premier Padmini car he drives would have been replaced by some helicopter landing on the helipads of the building.

#3 The protoganist in the movie aka. Rohan wouldnt have to work at some steel factory..Instead he would have been forced to take over a "Baddi Jaydaat" of his father.

#4 Just for an added effect he would have casted Kareena Kapoor as "Poo" as Rohans Love interest.

#5 The background score would have been "Pitra devo bhavam - Acharya devo bhavam" ( Remember K3G?? "Tvame va maata cha pitta tvamevam..? )

#6 Kajol would be in a guest appearing role..Or is that Rani..? Or Preity..?
Karan Johar has the hots for oldies..!

#7 Too many "Sexy Sam" kinda songs..that later becomes a tortune in your head..

# 8 Rohan would discover his mom ( like Rakhee in Karan-Arjun cameo) lying somewhere and discovering the fact that his psycho Dad abandoned her and sent her on an exile..and now She waits all alone in a fit of mercy for the Psycho Dad to take her back. And yes she does all the Karva-Chout ka vrat promptly..! Phew..!

# 9 The "Sautela cute bhai" is all naughty with hi-fi attitude and you wonder "What a fucking spoilt brat"..

# 10 The climax would have been different with families reuniting and Psycho Dad suddenly realising his "mistake" and running towards his son with an Irritating Background score of "Pittro devo bhavam.."

# 11 One John Abraham type guy with his semi nude butt in your face..and all the country's girls going "Woooow" at that chiseled deriere.

# 12 Shahrukh Khan crying to make every audience cry their eyes out. Karan Johar should probably get into some toiletry bussiness, manufacturing Tissue papers to every theatre everytime his movie releases. We need it..!
And heres a market strategy ( for fun of course) : Try and print your face on the tissue papers..You know where we 're gonna use that to "wipe" ass-face..!

# 13 Rohan would discover he has a Nanny called "Ammi-jaan". Most movies of Karan Johar has this character. Dont believe me..? Watch KKHH, K3G, KHNH,MNIK..
Maybe it goes back to K-Jo's mommy issues..And it aint hot..!

# 14 Maybe a hindustani Desh-Bhakti "i modified" song. Remember "Raghupati-Raghav-Raja-Ram","Om-jai-jagadish-hare", "Saare jahan se accha" and "Hum-honge-kaamyaab = We-shall-overcome". Fuck you K-Jo.

# 15 Something about Farida Jalal and Aruna Irani...;P

Crapster is what Karan Johar is..You Faggot..!!

When you left.

You were the shining moon of my lonely night
My protective armor when day light was bright
Now, my companion is only piercing solitude
And the sun and the darkness just bring me fright.

Colours in the rainbow have faded away
Beautiful flowers are now in shades of grey
You took the beauty and joy of nature along
Even the waves in the sea lay still today

Ears refuse to hear that you won’t be back
Lips don’t murmur the words where u lack
Eyes don’t weep in the hope you might return
My bleeding heart beats too as I hold the crack.

I know time shall pass and memories erased
But your wonderful presence will always be chased
Never ever in this world would you be replaced.
In the highest heart position your love I’ve placed.

This is for all of you who have loved and lost either through fights, break ups or deaths. No use fighting destiny. The only important thing you need to know is that time heals every wound big or small. And if you have lost someone, remember them in a way that will help you to live better and not die quicker. Temporary moaning is natural but make something constructive out of that loss. Show the world how much that person meant to you and how much you are willing to live more to compensate for their loss.

Soliloquies: Soliloquies: renounce

Soliloquies: Soliloquies: renounce: "Soliloquies: renounce:
'renounce everything
at last
even renunciation'"

Soliloquies: dear

Soliloquies: dear:
"dear do you know
the paths
i tread in search of you
the light i gnited in my eyes
is in horizon now.............."

Desi Ghee and Coffee!: My Confession

Desi Ghee and Coffee!: My Confession

I miss you..!

I could sing a song,
about me and you,
Raindrops on my guitar,
Misty fog and the grassy dew..
Gosh, All along I have been saying is,
...I miss you..!
Everybody can see it,
Why cant you..?

carry on

Because I’m writing about it.

Not about you.

Well—a little about you.

But the story is about everyone.

Characters I amalgamated

using others I know,

I’ve been with,

and my selves.

All my peoples

I moved to one city.

And that city

of similar weather,

on the opposite ocean,

of roses,

of you.

The setting I chose.

Because I know my city too well.

It’s not magic, nostalgic.

I’m not falling for it

like I am with yours.

Because it’s far away.

I miss it.

Writing, researching.

I’m back there.

I cross the arcing phone lines.

Northeast to Northwest.

I revisit the spoked plane routes.

I write for escaping.

Connecting letters.

Connect JFK to PDX.

It’s laying me over.

SLC, LVS.

Delaying me.

And the numbers:

1 to 10 digits.

Connecting.

Chapters I wrote: numeral-ed.

I’m blocked.

UTC -8:00 to UTC -5:00:

minus 3, take 3 hours away.

Deleting numbers.

To be with you is to go back in time.

Because you live in my past.

I’m Eastern.

Connecting Central, subtracting Mountain.

You’re Pacific.

And I’m writing my novel in real time.

I’m counting down.

Minus days, take away time.

To get to the end chapter,

the last letters, and no more numbered pages.

Because I’m living in two cities.

Yours: 3 hours in the past.

When I finish the book

I can live in mine:

3 hours, the future.

For now, I’m waiting, writing.

Canceling my outbound,

loving two cities.

Not returning from the past.

Because I’m living in two time zones.

Laying over, connecting.

I’m waiting at the gate.

I’m waiting to depart you.

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I'm hope!

Hello everyone,

gosh, I'm visiting the blog after so long. Thanks to Mav for ecnouraging me to come back. I know a few people here. I hope they'll recognise my initials. However, I thought I should make my re-debute with something I utterly love, and believe in. I wrote it last night, and I'm thinking of expanding it. But before I do that, I'll just share it.

I wear my scars with pride.
I'm found in the nourishment of pain.
I'm felt in the bliss of love.
I.m thumped under the feet of betrayals.
I'm risen by the faith.
I'm seen in the dark.
I'm hope.
I hide behind your hurt.

Hellos!!

Hey Family,

Have not been around for a long time. I see a lot of new members who have joined us and it's good to know that our lil baby TWL is doing extremely well. Well, a big hug to all new members from my side. I am one of the founding members of this lounge, along with Asbah Alaena & Stephen. We wanted this space to be a melting pot of cultures and a treasure trove of creative musings, and with your help have achieved much more than that. Though Asbah & Ste are not around as much as they used to be here, I welcome you all on their behalf as well. It will be great if all of you could introduce yourself in the comments section here. I would love to know more about you all. Keep up the good work you all are doing on TWL. Cheers! :-)

Is anyone from the old gang @TWL still here? *Shouts out to them*

Love,
Sandeep Balan
www.yembeeyae.blogspot.com

Don't

Big Things Go In First

Her grandmother thought of a plan to stop Jenny from crying and not wanting to go home to the city on the last day of summer.

Sam gave her a huge glass jar, and she brought the little girl to the shore to 'bring the beach home' with her to the city.

Sam remembers the little girl would treasure those smooth, fist sized grey-and-black stones she found while walking barefoot in the shallow waters. And of course, there was sand and the cold, clear water she so loved. It was fascinating to see her granddaughter try to fit her whole summer into a glass jar.

It took several tries after one long morning in late August -"Grandmama Sam, is it full yet?"- but Jenny finally figured out that the only way to fit everything in the best of her haul was to put the big rocks into the jar first. After that, the pebbles and small shells would sift into the spaces between the rocks. When the jar was filled to the top, she could still get in some sand.

And then, when there didn't seem to be room for any other thing, she dunked her jar into the water and topped off her 'beach' with water. She's such a smart girl!

And Sam smiled at her granddaughter, only four years old. She knew the her little girl most probably won't understand, but she had to tell her.

She told Jenny that living life was like putting the whole beach into a glass jar. The point wasn't to fit everything in; it was to attend to the most important things first -the big beautiful rocks, the most valuable people and experiences- and fit the lesser things in around them. Otherwise, the big things might just get left out.

P.S. I got this from the last book I read. Edited it here and there, but the message remains. People, treasure the big things you don't wanna lose, always put them first. :)

Also posted on thewarrantycard

49 Ways (to leave and be left)

Walk out on her.

Run far from her.

Slow-drift apart on your bed.

Stray away, stay away,

move too fast right away.

Slowly roll off of her bed.

Climb off her Vespa.

Climb out her window.

Leave her behind on the sidewalk.

Leave her on the roof

or in a bar.  Find your car.

Take the subway, take the MAX,

take the BART.

She threw you out.

She drove you home.

She ended it on the phone.

She traded up, quit you,

or packed you in.

She courtesy fucked you “so long!”

Gmail her, text her,

Facebook status her.

Write her a sorry Dear Jane.

Tell her you’re gay.

Tell her you’re straight.

Or honestly say she’s insane.

Cross the street or a bridge,

cross your arms and say nothing.

Wear a cross; you’re a new man of God.

Catch the elevator down.

Catch a rare new disease.

Or admit that your feelings are gone.

You broke her heart.

You broke her leg.

You pissed off her dad and large brother.

You used her, cursed at her,

were too much of a pushover.

You slept with her young single mother.

Move away.

Forget her day.

Lie to her from the start.

Forget to call.

But worst of all,

spend New Year’s Eve apart.

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Soliloquies: untill i

Soliloquies: untill i:
"with an unending pain
i searched for you
i searched for you
untill i found you hiding in my soul."

Soliloquies: Darkness..

Soliloquies: Darkness..: "Darkness,
my friend
The only one
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5 hard ways to leave

Out the window,

one boot on,

your pants unbuttoned,

your hand in one boot.

Lucky is the stinking metal

of a dumpster banging against your ass.

Through the door,

leave nothing behind.

Nod to her boyfriend,

surrender his girlfriend.

Penance is cold after-hours

when buses don’t run

and your cell-phone is dead.

Up the stairs,

perfume and smoke.

Your hands in leather gloves,

your heart out on her street.

Murder is a humid conversation

in a bright room

with your stone mind.

In the car,

turn down the stereo,

turn off the ignition,

open the door, “Get out.”

Justice is crawling through bushes

for keys she threw

farther than she was thrown.

But the hardest

will be with you.

We haven’t met.

I’m sorry I’ll be mean.

Leaving is appraising

all you’ve stored up,

then choosing which to save

from your slowly burning room.

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